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Before a crowd of 110,000 people, Scotland beat England on Saturday by three goals to one. Although extra stands and extra banking have been added to Hampden Park since last year, the gates had to be closed before the game started, and thousands were turned away disappointed.
Getting to the ground was a matter of the utmost difficulty. Hampden Park is some four miles out of Glasgow, and to walk there would take the keen edge off the appetite for the game. Trams were quite hopeless unless one was prepared to fight one's way in and risk a broken ankle from a slammed door. To take a lady by train was impossible. Every taxicab and horse-cab in Glasgow was engaged by 12 o'clock in the morning. Many people only got to the ground by walking half-way and snatching up conveyances as they came back.
Hundreds arriving after the gates were shut climbed the hill which faces the grand-stand and watched the game from there. " Watched the game " is a polite fiction, for the people on the hill could only see the ball when it was kicked very high ; the players themselves they could not catch a glimpse of. Some mental telepathy, however, seemed to pass between them and the spectators in the grand-stand ; and apparently they enjoyed the game almost as much as if they were really seeing it all. They could hear the roar that came up from the crowd when a goal was scored, but until some sign was given from the grand-stand, they could have no notion which side had scored. Whether it was a brilliant shot, a weak save, or a back putting the ball through his own goal they had no human chance of knowing. Yet there they stood and apparently enjoyed themselves. " What fools these mortals be," said Puck. But some forms of madness are good for a nation.
As for the crowd inside the ground, it was a sight to see and never forget. The huge bank opposite the grand-stand was a misty sea of faces, lit up occasionally as the sun struck on them, but mostly a blurred colourless white like baby balloons. Faces and caps, faces and caps, not even a shoulder to be seen behind the front row. From far off the crowd of faces looked like the " hundreds and thousands " of our childhood, dusted on a huge oblong with a green rectangle for a centre. In " The Little White Bird," J. M. Barrie writes that the Baby Walk is so full of perambulators that you could cross from side to side stepping on babies, but the nurses won't let you do it." On Saturday you could have walked round the ground stepping on heads ; but the police would not have let you do it.
There was no championship at stake on Saturday, the Association Championship had been annexed by Ireland already. But as in the Calcutta Cup at Rugby football, so at Association, the game of the year is that between England and Scotland ; other internationals pale before the great game, which is really rather a pity.
It was the fastest game between England and Scotland since the A.F.A. and the F.A. quarrelled...
...A corner followed to Scotland, and, from another, Thomson scored with a long shot. Pennington was responsible for the goal, for he crossed Hardy as the shot was made and unsighted him. This was just four and a half minutes from the start...
A foul against Thomson in the middle of the ground led up to England's one goal. Crompton took the kick ; Smith trapped it cleverly and passed across to Fleming, who rushed the ball through...
...After six minutes M'Menemy shot in from only a few yards out, Hardy having no chance to save. The defence seemed to leave M'Menemy severely alone, each, apparently, expecting some one else to take the man while they looked on. A quarter of an hour later M'Menemy hit the bar with a grand shot ; the ball came out softly to Reid, who scored very easily...